“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” I said after a few minutes had past, a little ashamed at being so overcome with lust.
“Don’t be. I loved that you got rough and took what you wanted, made me take it. That was fuckin’ hot.”
“Still…” I felt bad.
Immediately, Tim moved to lie on top of me. “Stop it. I wanted it. If I didn’t, I would have stopped you. Don’t let my size fool you.” He sat on my lap, my d**k wet and lying to the left on my open jeans. “And why are you still clothed?”
He pulled me up into a seated position and removed my shirt. Then he scurried back on the bed and removed my pants and underwear. My d**k was hard again. Goddamn.
“Insatiable, aren’t you?” He licked my pole and sucked the tip, making me quiver.
“Tim, I’m still…s-sensitive.” It was almost painful.
“It will pass,” he
